Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nauru and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Deepchord to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cluster,
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
Ken Boothe,
The Alarm Clocks,
CMW,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps,
Subhumans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yazoo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Y Pants,
Faraquet,
Maurizio,
DJ Style,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eden Ahbez,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swans,
Nas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wasted Youth,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker,
Fatback Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear,
Janne Schatter,
The Beau Brummels,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
The Victims,
Amon Düül,
Brick,
Public Enemy,
Lungfish,
Los Fastidios,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
The Blues Magoos,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Albert Ayler,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.